"Go to the edge of a bookshelf, count seven books in, and take that one out. Open it to page seven and count to the seventh sentence on that page. Write a poem that starts with something from that sentence."

This has been sitting on Lizzie's computer stand on her desk at work for ages. I forgot to do this at home (where the bookshelf is) so have just used this book. I've never heard of Norman before, but that's quite a nice line. So...more poetry.... This is one of those types of poems (most of my attempts are) where it's possible it's good, but probably I'm just apeing what I call 'pretentious wank'.

Once Sharp Sand

Glass - I collect it, sea-glass,On every beach I come to nowFor you.

Blue is the most exciting colour (rare),But all of it shows that minutely pitted textureOf blades become gentle.